Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 4

As soon as the workday ended, almost everyone had already left the office.

Isabelle stood by the window and looked down at Gary waiting below with flowers in his hand, and she couldn't help thinking how ridiculous it all was.

Gary worked as some low-level government employee in the city, but his dad had pulled strings and paid people off to get him that position. It was basically just a title with no real responsibilities.

His dad owned the biggest car dealership in Aldoria and hated the idea of Isabelle dating his son. He liked Nicole's family background way better.

Nicole's parents both worked in government too, and if the two families joined forces through marriage, government contracts could end up going straight to the Peterson family's shipping business.

So Nicole was determined to make this happen, but since Gary was still technically dating Isabelle, the two of them had to sneak around.

Isabelle stood by the elevator doors with her earbuds in, taking Gary's call.

She scrolled through a comic on her tablet while pulling a disgusted face and putting on a fake sweet voice.

"Okay, babe, you go ahead and I'll meet you there. I'll be on time, don't worry."

She didn't notice that the elevator had already opened, but Brian was holding his hand against the door to keep it from closing.

Her fake sweet expression made Damian—who was inside the elevator—smile ever so slightly.

Brian didn't dare laugh and looked away.

Isabelle added, "Yeah, you know, Mr. Cross is literally a bloodsucker..."

She was about to say something else when she happened to glance up and locked eyes with Damian's dark expression, along with Brian's look that screamed, "You're so dead."

She panicked and hung up. "Mr. Cross..."

"Mm." Damian nodded.

Somehow she could swear she saw the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Get in!" Brian gave her a pointed look.

Isabelle forced a smile and stepped into the elevator, standing off to the side.

An awkward silence settled over all three of them.

Isabelle never thought a single sentence could cause such a big mess.

"Are you heading out on a date?" Damian asked.

"No, I'm gonna go teach a friend a lesson," Isabelle blurted out.

"Need any help?" He didn't seem all that surprised by her answer.

"Not at the moment," she said, forcing another smile.

Brian caught the subtext there.

Gary and Isabelle's situation wasn't a secret among the three of them.

The eighteenth floor, the marketing department level, arrived with a ding, and suddenly, seven or eight people crowded into the elevator.

Brian and Isabelle quickly stepped back.

"Good evening, Mr. Cross!" Everyone greeted him, though nobody seemed too awkward about it.

Damian just nodded slightly.

The marketing people were always so easygoing and loud, cracking jokes all day. Even in the elevator they kept chatting away, their voices filling the small space.

"I don't have any room here. Move over."

Someone said that and the elevator got even more crowded.

Right then, Isabelle felt something warm tighten around her waist, and body heat radiated through her thin blouse. She got pulled over to Damian's side, and her foundation-covered face brushed against his black suit jacket, leaving a faint streak behind.

But he let go of her hand pretty quickly after that.

Her face instantly felt like it was on fire.

The elevator reached the first floor, and everyone from the PR department swarmed out in a rush, and she could still hear bits of their gossip floating back.

"Did you see those hickeys on Mr. Cross' neck?"

"I heard Mr. Cross had breakfast with someone this morning. Don't know who it was, but judging by those love bites, it's definitely a woman!"

Well, the PR department really lived up to their name.

Isabelle wanted to follow them out, but then she spotted Gary standing right by the entrance waiting for someone, so she quickly shrank back into the corner.

Damian glanced over at her but kept his expression neutral.

"You getting out?" Brian asked with a knowing smile.

Isabelle was absolutely sure he knew something.

If she got out now, she'd run straight into that cheating bastard. But if she stayed in the elevator, she'd have to ride down with Damian and Brian.

She'd come to work in Damian's car this morning, so she couldn't exactly leave in his car too, right?

Oh great. Just my luck.

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